Su Er walked for a while with the note in hand before he learned just what sort of place this was.
On a mottled sign with peeling paint, he could barely make out the words-"Welcome to Cokeworth Town."
Emptiness and desolation defined this place. It had been brilliantly sunny, without a cloud in the sky, when he left, yet this place felt foggy and sinister.
A tall, enormous chimney stood in the distance, shrouded in white mist, gazing eerily toward him.
Only a handful of shops along the street were open. Walking these streets, Su Er inexplicably felt a chill. He kept sensing strange eyes on him, yet whenever he turned around, they swiftly vanished.
A faint stench hung in the air. Rows of dilapidated brick houses and the half-broken decorations on them proved that this place was clearly a remnant of a bygone era, already out of step with the present.
Snape lived in a place like this?!
"Kid, what are you doing here?" As he passed a deep, shadowy alley, a low, hoarse voice came from within.
Startled by the sudden interruption, Su Er swiftly drew his wand.
"Clack, clunk." Distinctly uneven footsteps sounded from inside. "This isn't a place for children. Whose kid are you?"
An old man with only a few wisps of white hair emerged. His clothes were stained with an unknown brown and black liquid, and his face was grim. More shocking still, one of his feet had been replaced by a piece of wood.
Su Er remained silent for a long while.
"I asked you a question!" The old man grew impatient. Seemingly uncomfortable, he stamped his wooden foot several times. "What are you holding up that little stick for? Are you a clown here to perform?!"
"I'm here to find someone..." In